Some of the gods even had smug smiles on their faces, but then their smiles froze.
Staring blankly at the head rolling on the ground.
The next moment, a bloody ghost shadow emerged from the headless body and was about to condense into the true form of the Blood Hell Demon.
A howl of pain and anger came from its mouth.
Xi Yue smiled faintly, and a tongue of fire suddenly shot out from the Lishui sword in her hand, wrapped around the sword, and threw it towards the blood hell demon.
"Ahhhhhhhh!!" a painful wail came from the blood hell demon's wide-open mouth.
One cry was more shrill than the last, one more tragic than the last.
Such screams were so heart-wrenching that the gods who were watching the scene turned pale and their bodies shook involuntarily.
After only half a cup of tea, the huge blood hell demon was burned to ashes, without even a trace of ash left.
The Lishui Sword turned around and fell back into Xiyue's hands.
Xi Yue held the sword across her chest, flicked the flaming blade with her slender fingers, and said slowly, "Do you want to be rude? That's just right, I don't want to be polite with you at all!"
"You... what kind of skills and cultivation is this!" One of the gods was horrified and said incoherently, "Why? Why is there demonic energy in your flames, and it is the demonic energy of the Demon Emperor Realm?"
You know, high-level magic fire can burn low-level ones to ashes in minutes, and they have no power to resist at all.
"Want to know?" Xi Yue sneered, "Then go to the underworld and ask King Yama!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she flew into the air, and her body seemed to be divided into nine parts in an instant, and she met the remaining nine demon lords.
He moved among them with his phantom-like movements.
Every god had no power to resist, and their heads were chopped off or their waists were severed almost instantly.
The Blood Hell Demon's true body broke away from its shell and tried to escape.
But behind them was a terrible demonic fire waiting for them.
The miserable cries came one after another, non-stop, like the eighteen levels of hell.
There was no longer any arrogant smile on Yu Yishen's face, only fear.
Seeing Xi Yue's sword about to fall on him, he suddenly thought of something and shouted, "Shangguan Qingyun, hurry up, stop her! Stop her!"
The puppet created by Shangguan Qingyun moved.
The powerful pressure released by the upper god realm cultivator is simply not comparable to that of these god masters.
The hearts of those watching the fight were in their throats.
Even if Xi Yue can kill a strong man at the peak of the Divine Lord Realm in seconds, can she still compete with a high-level God Realm
You know, there is a huge gap between the Upper God Realm and the God Lord Realm!
Zijin Zhenren and the others asked anxiously, "What should we do? After all, the Saint Girl is only this young, how can she be a match for the Great Elder of the Divine Realm? Should we go and help?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the little red bird glared at him with disdain, "Help? Based on your cultivation? Are you sure you are helping and not hindering? This divine bird doesn't even dare to say that it has the ability to get involved in such a high-level competition. Do you think you can help? Are you daydreaming? Or are you shameless?"
True Man Zi Jin's handsome face turned red and he was speechless for a long time.
The little red bird then retracted its venomous tongue and snorted, "Don't worry, Shangguan Qingyun is just a puppet now. Even if he has the cultivation of the upper god realm, he does not have the combat consciousness of the upper god realm cultivator. It will be easy for Xiyue to deal with him." (To be continued)